My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1304 - 515: Evidence of Crime? Unspoken Rules in the ICU

Zhou Can felt a surge of guilt he couldn’t ignore; he had never anticipated holding such a vital position in Deputy Director Lu’s heart.

That explained why, upon rejecting Deputy Director Lu’s plea, the man’s voice had turned so utterly forlorn.

Deputy Director Lu had come to him brimming with hope for assistance, only to receive a cold, resolute denial. One could easily picture the profound heartbreak and utter despair that must have overwhelmed Deputy Director Lu in that instant.

Right now, a tangled knot seemed to bind him, impossible to loosen.

His emotions swirled in a chaotic storm.

Zhou Can’s guiding life principle had always been to avoid exploiting anyone, yet he refused to be a naive do-gooder. In moments demanding harshness, his resolve cut deeper than any despot’s decree.

Deputy Director Lu’s harrowing attempt to end it all by leaping from a building forced Zhou Can, for the very first time, to doubt the righteousness of his own methods.

Director Hu Kan, in his final days, had solemnly cautioned Zhou Can that navigating life was no simple feat.

Only at this juncture did deeper understandings begin to dawn on Zhou Can.

"Miss Lu, could you tell me which department at the Provincial People’s Hospital is treating Director Lu? I’ll hurry over to see him right away. You can hand me the letter then."

Witnessing his old colleague driven to the brink by the Third Hospital stirred grief and pain in Zhou Can, but above all, a burning rage.

True to Deputy Director Lu’s deepest desire, Zhou Can burned to deliver justice for him.

Beyond mere ethics in this world stand laws, alongside true justice.

Righteousness and a sense of conscience persist too.

"My father’s in the Intensive Care Medicine Department, ICU at the Provincial People’s Hospital. I’m waiting in the hallway outside, dressed in a light pink woolen coat."

"Got it, I’m on my way."

Once the call ended, Zhou Can abandoned his meal entirely.

"Qianqian, you and Wei Fang go ahead and return. One of my colleagues tried to commit suicide by jumping off a building; he’s getting emergency treatment at the Provincial People’s Hospital, so I have to rush there to see how he’s doing." Zhou Can passed his lunchbox to Su Qianqian, summing it up swiftly.

In truth, seated right next to Zhou Can the whole time, she had overheard the entire conversation crystal clear.

"Look after yourself! And don’t go playing the hero."

Su Qianqian fretted that Zhou Can might champion his fallen colleague and stumble into grave danger.

"Understood, you both get going!"

With a quick nod, Zhou Can bolted for the staff elevator, descending straight to the underground garage.

His Mercedes, purchased for hundreds of thousands, had mostly sat idle, gathering dust.

He raced his car to the Provincial People’s Hospital, beelining for the Intensive Care Medicine Department. This hospital’s vast scale rivaled Tuya Hospital’s, boasting comparable bed counts and personnel numbers.

Hiring medical staff there now demanded at least master’s degrees for doctors and bachelor’s for nurses.

Furthermore, they insisted on graduates from top-tier schools.

Even those with master’s from second-rate universities often encountered prejudice, getting screened out at interviews.

Third-tier schools? No chance. Plenty of them functioned solely to issue bachelor’s diplomas, their quality lagging far behind elite junior college alumni.

Notably, grads from older junior colleges—or even vocational schools—often excelled remarkably.

Hospitals everywhere kept hiking hiring standards, signaling brutal rivalry among leading institutions. Building elite talent pools drew their utmost focus.

Zhou Can’s swift ascent to his present rank, armed only with a bachelor’s, marked him as truly exceptional.

Everywhere he went, patients clutched lab reports or billing slips, dashing to the next testing area to wait in line. Or, armed with full results, they hurried back to their attending physicians for diagnosis.

Hospitals operated this way nowadays: upon admission, a brief check of symptoms and history led to test orders, leaving patients and families scrambling half the day in queues.

Once results reached the attending doctor, a diagnosis followed—along with meds, or admission.

Or, for the rare fortunate soul, word that nothing was wrong.

Patients with intricate conditions where the root cause remains undiagnosed also exist. Here, admission hinges on the attending doctor's discretion. Should the family and patient show good cooperation, coupled with an empty bed, observation admission could be granted.

It's crucial to note that being admitted for observation isn't the same as receiving treatment.

Certain severely ill patients or those with mysterious ailments believe all is resolved upon admission, but that's far from true.

Should complications arise during observation, the hospital holds no liability.

For instance, in Tuya Hospital's Digestive Internal Medicine ward, a patient suffering abdominal pain was taken in. The attending physician ran various tests yet failed to pinpoint the issue. A colonoscopy got lined up for the following day.

To everyone's shock, the patient abruptly entered shock and fell into a coma on the second morning after admission.

Even with frantic rescue attempts, the patient passed away in the end.

Soon after, the family kicked up a storm, and the autopsy showed a perforated intestine that sparked acute peritonitis, sealing the patient's fate. They dragged the hospital to court.

The court ruled post-trial that the hospital followed all standard diagnostic steps and promptly revived the patient once shock hit.

In the end, the hospital escaped blame.

The family suffered defeat in court; first off, Tuya Hospital boasted a powerhouse legal squad packed with top-tier lawyers. Plus, the hospital stuck to protocols, and observation admission doesn't mean treatment.

Naturally, the episode did somewhat damage Tuya Hospital's image.

Post-event, the hospital took the initiative to console the family with a humanitarian goodwill sum of fifty thousand yuan. The relatives saw they stood no chance against a giant institution, opting not to appeal and halting their disturbances.